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Becky managed to let him fuss for a whole minute, her eyes looking at him like one would watch a puppy try to get on a couch, before she let out a soft laugh. “ Sami, woah now, I’m fine, I swear, ” she assured, still holding the ice pack to her arm. “ It was me own stubborn fault. I tweaked it a few days ago and figured I could power through — maybe taking bumps on it wasn’t my smartest move. Whatever it was t’ough, it was most definitely me…still I would watch it a bit on that scoop slam, you’re a bit stiff. ” She elbowed him jokingly before she leaned back and sprawled herself out across the mat.

     ^{“Yeah, I will. Sorry ‘bout that.”      He apologized with a chuckle, his index finger scratching almost absently at his cheek then he smiled      which didn’t last long.  Sami knew she could    handle herself   but he didn’t like seeing the ice pack on her arm regardless. Sighing, he averted his eyes… somewhere else as a half-baked attempt to dissipate the worry he felt surfacing.     “Sorry again.”      Another apology slipped out that wasn’t intentional but he couldn’t help himself. He doesn’t quite know what he’s doing at this point, mouth moving on autopilot, and he shuts himself up on the next inhalation of air.  forces himself to sort through his thoughts before speaking once more.      “Do you want to continue after your break or do you want to grab somethin’ to eat or…?”}